It started last night with him, vomiting. Vomiting and vomiting and vomiting. I brought him water and Immodium, wondering if he had a stomach bug or if he was detoxing from something horrible.
And then, today, it got me, too. It comes in waves of cramps and sudden sweat and nausea. Maybe it's the strict diet of dumpster donuts and Ramen. It is going to make me really not want to go to the beach with the family. I don't want to be in the car for hours and hours.
He woke me up this morning, very early, with his arms around me, as if he'd just discovered me, telling me how beautiful I am, telling me that God made me perfect for him, kissing me so softly. And then we went back to sleep, so close, like in a dream.